For Any People Who Could Become Pregnant In Georgia, Know That The Awful Six-week Abortion Ban Is NOT

Gonna start a post with blank memes. Please add any you have on hand and reblog to spread them.

After two long nights, it’s finally finished

tbh the real advice I’d give to anyone is, do shit alone. go to a museum & go at your own pace & leave the instant you’re done. go somewhere you’ve never been and just wander around, duck into & out of places as it pleases you. linger as long as you’d like.

Wow, people really don’t reblog on here anymore. I mean, the ratio of likes to reblogs has really changed a lot compared to even a year ago. (This is even on relevant, popular blog posts)

It used to be more even, people would ‘like’ and reblog it right after or put it in a queue. It seems like less and less people are seeing artist’s work and I couldn’t figure out why until I noticed the ‘like’s going up and the reblogs going down. I see more people stealing art and reposting it on Instagram than reblogging these days, and it’s kind of really bad for artists.

This kind of thing is costing a lot of us our livelihoods. Myself, and a ton of other disabled artists rely on reblogs to get commissions, merchandise sales, and Patreons.

Tumblr is a community (sometimes it’s a pornbot community but I mean) and we rely on those in the community to boost our stuff out to those who maybe don’t follow us but would be interested, or those who are looking for an artist to commission and haven’t seen us in the fandom tag yet, or those looking for that exact gift for someone and, hey, I make that.

If this is simply just a matter of the site dying and folks moving to another site, maybe let us know? Because I know that I’m not the only one struggling with this right now, and none of us seem to know what to do about it except keep posting and hope that people deem our art important enough to share on their blogs like they used to.

(Which is getting harder and harder to do when we’re feeling discouraged by the seemingly lack of interest, and, you know, our own personal problems.)

So, if you don’t want your artist’s to disappear or, you know, uh, lose their entire income, please remember reblog.

write for the audience you want, not the one you’re afraid of

Watching the RvB nerds come back at the start of the new season.

But don’t forget

Please reblog if you think it's wrong for a 50 year old man to check out a 14 year old

My stepfather thinks it’s okay to sexualize girls my sister’s age and I’m trying to prove a point because he doesn’t seem to think that’s wrong

But all these girls original characters my dude. I'm fine with black actors and characters. But don't just take a white character and make her black. Make a new character. This is just as bad as whitewashing. If an original movie comes out about a black mermaid, hell yeah I'll watch it. But not this.

What’s next, after a black Ariel? A black Cinderella?!

A black Fairy Godmother?!

A black Glinda the Good Witch?!

A black Belle from Beauty and the Beast?!

A black Juliet?!

A black vampire?!

A black Roxie Hart?!

A black pair of Voodoo bokors?!

A black witch?!

A black Joan of Arc?!

A black pirate queen?!

A black Adam and Eve?!

A black superhero?!

A black doctor?!

A black professor?!

A black cop?!

A black BLACK PERSON?!?!?!! Potentially?!?! Is it possible!?!

Writing Tip

Change paragraphs when:

- A new person is speaking

- A new idea is introduced

- A new character comes along

- A new event happens

- The setting is changed

- The “camera” moves

- Time moves forward or backward a lot

I finally looked at the tags and I'm sorry to say that literally all I do is add on then vanish into the night. Possibly an occasional check to see if anyone has added on themselves or completed it cause I don't have the patience to write more than 5 paragraphs. I have the mind but my hands refuse. I'm sorry. Maybe one day.

Everyday on your walk into town, you take a moment to leave some food as an offering, at an old forgotten shrine. The shrine itself had been mostly covered over when you first moved here, but after a rather unfortunate run in with bullies, you had ended up hitting your head on it, after falling. After that, you had done what you could, to clean it up respectfully, feeling bad for getting blood on it, and not knowing it was there.

It’s been years since you first found it, and you still don’t even know who or what the shrine is dedicated to, but you never fail to leave a small offering, and dust away any debris that has gathered. There’s something about doing it that comforts you, almost like visiting a good friend. Sometimes, you’ll even stop a while and talk to the shrine, sharing your thoughts and worries, or just talking about your day. It helps you feel less alone.

Unfortunately, life has a way of making things worse. Somehow, you managed to have an unfortunate “accident” and broke a few bones. Needless to say, you have been completely bedridden since it happened, not really having anyone around to help you much. You’ve managed, but still, there’s very little distance that you can cover in your state. 

One evening, as you lay resting, your window opens up, and someone steps through. Dressed in traditional clothing and armour, they gingerly crouch beside you, looking you over tentatively. 

“So this is why you haven’t come to see me…” They murmured sadly.